its a beautiful day today everything is going my way even the words are doin what i say oh babe...got to get away to be impossible isn't that difficult in the city you're invisible when you come from a small town everything is allright everything is allright...im not your baby...please a tourist in a trafficjam babysham handycam im not your mother youre not my man and im not your baby dont treat me like im a trick i wont treat you like youre a prick dont need no doctor im not ill im not your baby everything is allright, everything is allright...im not your baby...please cut out the poetry lets hit the main artery no time for a tournequay let the colours all run out of me you brought me all kinds o goods now my heart is so full up it hurts its heavy as a shopping bag its full of things i should give back everything is allright everything is allright...im not your baby...please im not your baby im not your baby dont want you to cover me smother me or mother me i like to feel this incomplete im not your baby everything is allright, everything is allright...im not your baby...please not dizzie just busy didnt drink nothing fizzy no pills to feel easy dont know what got in to me daylight a kinda robbery the night is your geography youre not white youre pink and rosy you could be right but youre way above me me im in recovery a star of pornography im a tourist theres a lot to see you dont like the photographs of me so youve got a lot to say you dont sleep around but sometimes you stray you dont believe oftentimes you pray for something...what is it babe? dont treat me like im a prick i wont treat you like youre a trick dont need no doctor im not sick im not your baby everything is allright everything is allright...im not your baby...please im not your baby... im not your baby... im not your baby...